[FIC] - Twice - Nao/Tora - PG - Sidestory
Title: Twice
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Pairings: Nao/Tora
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: "You're eating again?!" I was asked by my significant other and in mere seconds this story happened in my mind.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
You could regard this as a sidestory/flashback/yaddayadda to my jrock children series.
______________________________
It was spring, that could be it, right? Spring could be the explanation for Tora's recently increased appetite for, well, almost everything. Nao watched how his lover was literally stuffing his face with cream&onion chips using his left hand while he was idly scribbling down notes with his right. He was just a little hyped up with the seasonal change, needing extra energy to burn with his enthusiasm for completing this song.
Tora frowned and bent down to look into the chips bag. He couldn't have finished it already, right? Apparently he did. He picked up the bag and shook it so the last crumbled pieces would fall into his mouth.
"Do we have another one of these?" He asked, looking at Hiroto across the table.
"I don't know, I think they were actually Saga's." The smaller guitarist shrugged, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
Tora crumbled the empty bag and dumped it into the bin. "Can I have one of those?" He pointed at the bowl in front of Hiroto, filled with red, deliciously smelling strawberries.
"Sure." He focused back down in his own notes, trying to figure out why this melody still sounded a little off.
Somehow he didn't take notice, unlike Nao, that the bowl didn't last long. He bit his lip with suspicion.
- - -
The melody of the piano stopped. He heard how Tora got up and into the kitchen; cupboards opened and closed, drawers were pulled and eventually he heard a curse and footsteps coming closer.
"Nao!"
The drummer looked up at the guitarist standing in his office's door frame. "Something wrong?"
"Do we have any donuts?" That look on Tora's face, as if he dreaded a no as an answer.
"You're hungry again"? Nao frowned.
"Do we have any donuts?" The other repeated himself.
"Kazue-chan ate the last one this morning." Without thinking twice he added "Are you pregnant?"
The taller huffed. "That's nothing you should make jokes about." He shook his head and left Nao in his office.
He heard him shuffle around their apartment, probably picking up his purse and keys.
"I'll be back in about half an hour."
Actually, it amused Nao that Tora would run to please a sudden appetite.
He hadn't been joking, though.
- - -
The whole band was out for dinner together, enjoying some quality time, beer, wine, excellent food and chats.
It was just after their tallest attacked his second meal that Hiroto started to observe him thoroughly. He didn't mind that he kept stealing his snacks lately, but there had to be a reason behind all this. If he wasn't right with what he came up with he could at least use it to tease his friend.
"Are you pregnant or something?"
Trust Hiroto to blurt his mind out. Nao held his breath.
Tora almost choked on his gyuudon, glaring at the younger man. "Pardon?"
Hiroto laughed brightly. Why was everybody looking shocked but him? "I asked if you are pregnant."
"Don't be silly." He filled his mouth, partly because he didn't want to talk any further about the subject, partly because he was just hungry. Real hungry.
Nao saw how Saga whispered something into Shou's ear, causing a giggle. Of course he hadn't been the only one to notice how Tora had changed during the last few weeks.
- - -
Not only that Tora seemed more hungry than usual, he also seemed to need more sleep. Which he took like a log.
It wasn't that late, only a little past 1 AM but Tora had already curled up on the bed, oblivious to the fact he hadn't undressed so far. Nao had found him after Chicken woke up from his slumber and started to look for his master for a reason unknown to Nao. He followed the cat and found Tora dead to the world in their bedroom. A smile tugged on his lips. He could go to bed, too, there wasn't anything to be done until tomorrow anyway. He went back into the living room, turning off television and lights before he headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth, apply some face lotion and stuff his worn clothes into the hamper.
He sneaked back into the bedroom, finding that Tora still hadn't moved nor woken up. He slipped under his blanket and snug up against the guitarist’s back to drape the warming cover over both of them. The taller wasn't that much of a cuddler, but right now he couldn't mind.
Nao's hand wandered along Tora's sleeping body. Down his shoulder, chest, sides and, reaching for his navel, eventually his belly.
Belly.
Slightly rounded. He should say something. He should ask him to go see a doctor or buy a home test.
Maybe it was only all the food showing effect, right?
- - -
"What did you say about why Tora is late today?" Shou asked, toying with Saga's acoustic.
"He said he had an appointment."
"What appointment?" The vocalist inquired, chuckling at Saga's wide eyes as he moved his hands up the guitar's neck, dreading to change the tuning.
"He didn't tell me." Actually he didn't tell him as he just left before Nao could say anything.
"How mysterious." Saga laughed from the mixing table where he was working on some sound effect for Hiroto's playing coming from the booth.
"Have you two picked a house yet?" The couple had been thinking about moving into a house, a little closer to Hiroto and Uruha's place. They would have a garden to laze around and watch Chiaki hunt down grasshoppers.
"Not yet, we're still considering what-"
The door swung open and hit the wall.
"You!" Tora growled, pointing at the drummer.
"Eh? Me?" Nao stammered.
"It's all your fault!" All eyes were set on the tall man, watching how he pranced closer to Nao, who got up from his chair, backing off.
"What are you talking about?"
Even though Hiroto couldn't hear what was going on, he could see it. He set down his guitar to enter the room that hosted an obviously enraged Tora.
"You and your damn booking of fancy hotel rooms during the last tour."
Saga had to bite down a laugh.
"Well, I got the impression you rather liked them. A lot." Nao skipped to the other side of the table but Tora kept following him around.
"You and your stupid, sexy smirk every night."
"Smirk?" Shou cocked a brow.
"Could you just tell me what's going on?" Nao tried to hide behind Hiroto who just happened to walk in.
"I'm pregnant!" He threw his arms high in exasperation. "And it's your fault!"
Hiroto started to giggle right into Tora's face, who was almost bending over him to get his hands on the ducking drummer behind his back. "You're not even angry for real, Tora-shi." He spoke quite amused.
"Eh?" He was completely taken aback by that.
"Your eyes, they are smiling."
Trust Hiroto to blurt out his mind.
And speak the truth.
_________________________________________
Thank you, Dustin, for showering me with inspiration.
And thank you, lhunuial, for betaing!
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Pairings: Nao/Tora
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: "You're eating again?!" I was asked by my significant other and in mere seconds this story happened in my mind.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
You could regard this as a sidestory/flashback/yaddayadda to my jrock children series.
______________________________
It was spring, that could be it, right? Spring could be the explanation for Tora's recently increased appetite for, well, almost everything. Nao watched how his lover was literally stuffing his face with cream&onion chips using his left hand while he was idly scribbling down notes with his right. He was just a little hyped up with the seasonal change, needing extra energy to burn with his enthusiasm for completing this song.
Tora frowned and bent down to look into the chips bag. He couldn't have finished it already, right? Apparently he did. He picked up the bag and shook it so the last crumbled pieces would fall into his mouth.
"Do we have another one of these?" He asked, looking at Hiroto across the table.
"I don't know, I think they were actually Saga's." The smaller guitarist shrugged, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
Tora crumbled the empty bag and dumped it into the bin. "Can I have one of those?" He pointed at the bowl in front of Hiroto, filled with red, deliciously smelling strawberries.
"Sure." He focused back down in his own notes, trying to figure out why this melody still sounded a little off.
Somehow he didn't take notice, unlike Nao, that the bowl didn't last long. He bit his lip with suspicion.
- - -
The melody of the piano stopped. He heard how Tora got up and into the kitchen; cupboards opened and closed, drawers were pulled and eventually he heard a curse and footsteps coming closer.
"Nao!"
The drummer looked up at the guitarist standing in his office's door frame. "Something wrong?"
"Do we have any donuts?" That look on Tora's face, as if he dreaded a no as an answer.
"You're hungry again"? Nao frowned.
"Do we have any donuts?" The other repeated himself.
"Kazue-chan ate the last one this morning." Without thinking twice he added "Are you pregnant?"
The taller huffed. "That's nothing you should make jokes about." He shook his head and left Nao in his office.
He heard him shuffle around their apartment, probably picking up his purse and keys.
"I'll be back in about half an hour."
Actually, it amused Nao that Tora would run to please a sudden appetite.
He hadn't been joking, though.
- - -
The whole band was out for dinner together, enjoying some quality time, beer, wine, excellent food and chats.
It was just after their tallest attacked his second meal that Hiroto started to observe him thoroughly. He didn't mind that he kept stealing his snacks lately, but there had to be a reason behind all this. If he wasn't right with what he came up with he could at least use it to tease his friend.
"Are you pregnant or something?"
Trust Hiroto to blurt his mind out. Nao held his breath.
Tora almost choked on his gyuudon, glaring at the younger man. "Pardon?"
Hiroto laughed brightly. Why was everybody looking shocked but him? "I asked if you are pregnant."
"Don't be silly." He filled his mouth, partly because he didn't want to talk any further about the subject, partly because he was just hungry. Real hungry.
Nao saw how Saga whispered something into Shou's ear, causing a giggle. Of course he hadn't been the only one to notice how Tora had changed during the last few weeks.
- - -
Not only that Tora seemed more hungry than usual, he also seemed to need more sleep. Which he took like a log.
It wasn't that late, only a little past 1 AM but Tora had already curled up on the bed, oblivious to the fact he hadn't undressed so far. Nao had found him after Chicken woke up from his slumber and started to look for his master for a reason unknown to Nao. He followed the cat and found Tora dead to the world in their bedroom. A smile tugged on his lips. He could go to bed, too, there wasn't anything to be done until tomorrow anyway. He went back into the living room, turning off television and lights before he headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth, apply some face lotion and stuff his worn clothes into the hamper.
He sneaked back into the bedroom, finding that Tora still hadn't moved nor woken up. He slipped under his blanket and snug up against the guitarist’s back to drape the warming cover over both of them. The taller wasn't that much of a cuddler, but right now he couldn't mind.
Nao's hand wandered along Tora's sleeping body. Down his shoulder, chest, sides and, reaching for his navel, eventually his belly.
Belly.
Slightly rounded. He should say something. He should ask him to go see a doctor or buy a home test.
Maybe it was only all the food showing effect, right?
- - -
"What did you say about why Tora is late today?" Shou asked, toying with Saga's acoustic.
"He said he had an appointment."
"What appointment?" The vocalist inquired, chuckling at Saga's wide eyes as he moved his hands up the guitar's neck, dreading to change the tuning.
"He didn't tell me." Actually he didn't tell him as he just left before Nao could say anything.
"How mysterious." Saga laughed from the mixing table where he was working on some sound effect for Hiroto's playing coming from the booth.
"Have you two picked a house yet?" The couple had been thinking about moving into a house, a little closer to Hiroto and Uruha's place. They would have a garden to laze around and watch Chiaki hunt down grasshoppers.
"Not yet, we're still considering what-"
The door swung open and hit the wall.
"You!" Tora growled, pointing at the drummer.
"Eh? Me?" Nao stammered.
"It's all your fault!" All eyes were set on the tall man, watching how he pranced closer to Nao, who got up from his chair, backing off.
"What are you talking about?"
Even though Hiroto couldn't hear what was going on, he could see it. He set down his guitar to enter the room that hosted an obviously enraged Tora.
"You and your damn booking of fancy hotel rooms during the last tour."
Saga had to bite down a laugh.
"Well, I got the impression you rather liked them. A lot." Nao skipped to the other side of the table but Tora kept following him around.
"You and your stupid, sexy smirk every night."
"Smirk?" Shou cocked a brow.
"Could you just tell me what's going on?" Nao tried to hide behind Hiroto who just happened to walk in.
"I'm pregnant!" He threw his arms high in exasperation. "And it's your fault!"
Hiroto started to giggle right into Tora's face, who was almost bending over him to get his hands on the ducking drummer behind his back. "You're not even angry for real, Tora-shi." He spoke quite amused.
"Eh?" He was completely taken aback by that.
"Your eyes, they are smiling."
Trust Hiroto to blurt out his mind.
And speak the truth.
_________________________________________
Thank you, Dustin, for showering me with inspiration.
And thank you, lhunuial, for betaing!